Double Radical / Elaine Lenore

For years she had lain naked with himNow she wears a high-collared flannel gownhiding scars like vertical zipperson a concave chestwhich she had bound in her pastchoosing to abandon her natural jigglein favor of androgyny, the flapper aesthetic

At bacchanalian partiesshe’d roll down her stockingskick off her shoesCharlestona swing and a blur of purple fringe

Now she stands before himHer gown drops to the floorWith a familiar appraising lookhis eyes let her know without doubtit’s truehe always wasmore of a leg man